The wind blows the petals like a broken fleeting time, and your smile is shaking, becoming the most beautiful ornament on my road, looking at the sky, the snow and the deep shadow of the season.

Turn around and greet the green farewell. Behind me, I shouted a few words Behind me, the sea and the deep grass buried my ups and downs, leaving behind my inner scruples, the deviation of my mind and my fantasy.

Everyone has his own forest. Maybe we never walked, but it was always there, always there. The person who should get lost gets lost, and the person who should meet will meet again.

I always feel that, most of all, the Kuroshio broke the cliff, but I forgot the sunflowers that quietly opened and withered season after season in the wheel of life.